“Every little thing is gonna be all right.”

“It’s all a game of come-and-go.

Nothing stays; everything goes

Our meetings in the world are fleeting

It’s all a game of come-and-go.

Someone’s going, someone’s gone

Someone’s packing their bags to go

Another stands alone, ready for the road”

Brahmanand Swami, the saint-poet from Rajasthan who went at the turn of the 18th century.

“To gra w wieczne pożegnania

Nic nie zostaje, wszystko odchodzi

Nasze spotkania w tym świecie są ulotne

To gra w przyjścia i odejścia

Ktoś odchodzi, ktoś już odszedł

Ktoś pakuje swe bagaże

Inny stoi sam, gotów do drogi”

Brahmanand Swami, święty poeta z Radżastanu, który odszedł na końcu XVIII stulecia.

Har ruz dilam zîr-e bârî degarast
Dar dîdeye man ze hajr khârî degarast
Man jahd hamîkonam qazâ mîguyad
Bîrun ze kefâyat-e to kârî degarast

Every day my heart carries another burden;
Because of separation, in my eye there is another thorn.
I kept on striving, but fate kept on saying:
‘Beyond what is enough for you, there is another task’.

Nai dawlat-e donya besetam mîarzad
Nai lazzat-e hastîyash-e alam mîarzad
Na haft hezâr sâleh shâdîye jahân
În mehnat-e haft ruz-e gham mîarzad

During tyranny the treasures of the world have no value;
During grief the delights of existence have no value;
The seven thousand years of joy of the world
Compared to the sorrow of seven days of adversity have no value.

[ Hafez ]